Alchemisland

Hours before the wormgetting lot hark to cockrow

Or the charge of the larks, early starters darkening the sky

One but phone reads real feel minus five, way too early for a fire

Divining ways to warmer places, can I somehow make ink sing itself silver

Darkened chambers inside writing in an icy room, pallid slivers of tallow diamondlight sharp as a wit surefit

Desk book darkened, journaling like Johnathan Harker

Berserker dose before I start

Kill a king for starters, strangled Pope’s gut garters on a would-be starlet

Hair colour scarlet, match the carpet, shameless and her steed’s coat white marble

Mine’s sable, left it in the stable, left hand path last available

Please make available to me sombre or enticing scenes, I cough through the green I need to coax the furtive words free

Bigfoot type seldom seen, Pynchonesque or CasisDead the life for me

No face, so you never have a real reason for the hate, mirrors you can’t escape, still there even when you drape your cape over

Grape flavour I’ve got it growing, anything once to test the motion

Give it to me, to my knees pleading, wheedling voice cracking to an emotional wheeze

Let me seize that golden fleece which confers upon the reader-seeker ‘It’

That I might weave pleasing dreams and induce readers to gild my needful coffers, that skill which wielded well produces hits make to me this gift

Grant my pen powers to uplift, to enflame like grazing land if blazing Ifrit sits razingly

Low-necked, not lazy but bent and very ginger like a shellshock victim

Full of shame and self blame courtesy of a Catholic education, lifelong sickly thin stick looks like I’ve been poppy pissed probably all pin pricks

But it’s not so, this vessel you see lacks its soul

Harried these jambs and fixtures

My bone’s picture made a doctor wince

Low lain and lame, six sheets to the wind and fifteen spliffs none the wiser

Three times, symbols, signs

Like the treetop guys said Bud Wei Ser in the nineties

Any kind of tiser, roll up something that’ll hit me like a taser

Two guns blazing like Arnie on the front cover of the VHS for Eraser.